"Coming to the second part of today's press conference, Warhammer Heavy Industries officially launches SkyNet "Satellite Internet Service""
As the voice of Fu Haoran fell, on the big screen beside you, dense light points were woven into a network covering the world, and each light point represented a low-orbit satellite.
"We plan to use 12,000 low-orbit satellites to form the SkyNet system to ensure global coverage without blind spots."
"Individual users only need 38 US dollars per month to enjoy 1Gbps high-speed network."
"There are currently 66 satellites in orbit, and all networks are expected to be completed within one year.
Fu Haoran paused. "However, in view of our current financial constraints, we have decided to launch Series A financing with a target of US$10 billion and a transfer of 5% of the shares. Everyone is welcome to invest."
There was a deathly silence in the audience at first, and then it turned into a heated discussion.
Su Yi was sitting in the front row. She was banging on the keyboard, as if she wanted to pierce the keycaps.
"As expected, he is a liar. A company that almost destroyed White House in its debut, a private enterprise that is not even a listed company, wants 10 billion U. S. dollars in financing at the very beginning, and only gives 5% of the shares?"
"According to this valuation, the angel round will have a market value of US$200 billion. Why do you, a third-rate company that just built rockets out of cement, do you?"
While typing quickly, she dug out old acquaintances in her address book.
A tenured professor at a domestic aerospace university, the chief analyst of Librarian, a financial company, and two international experts who have appeared in China Central Television all year round.
"Hello, Professor Li, I am reporter Su Yi."
"Do you think that a company whose debut rocket went off track and almost caused an international dispute, asking for $10 billion in Series A financing, is the biggest bubble in the history of aerospace?"
"Teacher Zhao, rockets use cement and various cheap goods. Do you think this cobbled-together rocket is a Ponzi scheme targeting global investors?"
After sending the message, Su Yi wrote a line in the WPS introduction column: A madman, after almost hitting White House with a cement rocket on the Gobi beach, asked the world for ten billion US dollars.
She made the word "madman" bold and red, as if this could vent the inexplicable anger in her heart.
But before she finished writing her interview outline, the veteran reporters Reuters and Bloomberg in the back row were already doing the exact opposite.
Reuters's reporter was typing while murmuring to his colleagues, "Things that fly in the sky, those that run on the ground, those that swim in the sea, and now there is one that travels in space, and the entire industry chain will take over."
"This time we finally have something to raise!"
"Damn it, this bastard is finally willing to raise money, Wall Street's group of people will definitely line up to give him money!"
Analysts at Bloomberg have been quickly calculating the valuation model on their laptops. "The military orders that Warhammer Heavy Industries can find have exceeded 30 billion, not counting the new orders that came in after the Falklands air war."
"There are still 3 billion people in the world who do not have access to the Internet. How big an increase is this? 5% for 10 billion? This valuation is not expensive, it is too damn conservative!"
"Once listed, it is not impossible for the market value to reach one trillion U. S. dollars!"
"Stop talking nonsense and send an email to the headquarters quickly. This is a great opportunity!"
Before the discussion in the audience subsided, Fu Haoran spoke again.
"Okay, that's it for the introduction of SkyNet. Now, let's move on to today's finale."
Switch to large screen.
A slender rocket appeared on the screen, with five bold black characters next to it - Storm Eagle Rocket.
"Storm Eagle-1 supersonic logistics rocket, with a maximum speed of Mach 7, can reach point-to-point around the world and deliver goods to your door within 30 minutes. Our slogan is to achieve our mission."
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"However, the load capacity is a bit small. The payload is 500 kilograms, but the terminal accuracy circle probability error does not exceed 10 meters, ensuring that the goods can be delivered accurately." Fu Haoran glanced at the audience, with a meaningful smile on his lips.
"Although it is a one-time product, we have kept the price per unit to less than 1 million U. S. dollars, and support bulk purchases, giving preferential treatment to large quantities."
"Of course, we also support dropshipping services. We will not ask about the content sent by the customer, but are only responsible for delivering the package to the designated location."
"However, at this stage, we have not installed a parachute on the rocket, and the automatic landing system has not been successfully developed, so this logistics rocket can only adopt the original landing method."
Fu Haoran paused and said in a particularly sincere tone, "Please also ask prospective customers not to place flammable and explosive materials in the warehouse at the head of the rocket."
There was dead silence in the audience.
Even the wind stopped.
"In order to improve this global express delivery system, we have also raised 10 billion US dollars and welcome active investment from governments, enterprises and individuals of all countries." Fu Haoran's voice sounded again.
"However, due to the size of our company's current R&D team, we can only choose one of the two projects. Whichever project completes financing first, we will give priority to completing it."
The entire press conference was silent for ten seconds.
The coffee cup in Admiral Johnson's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the hot coffee spilled all over his pants, but he didn't seem to feel it.
"This kid——How can this kid have the nerve to call a supersonic missile a logistics rocket?"
He turned his head sharply and his face turned red. "Who would remind customers not to put flammable and explosive materials on the rocket head? Isn't this common sense? He is teaching customers how to load explosives into the warhead! This is naked pretense!"
"You said you can only choose one of the two projects!" Jensen squeezed the bottle of antihypertensive medicine out of shape, "He's not raising money! He's collecting protection fees!"
"This is not a request, this is blackmail!"
Air Force Lieutenant General Davis stood up suddenly, his chair making a piercing scream on the concrete floor.
"What's wrong?" Jensen turned around and asked.
Davis stared at the parameter list he had just received on the screen of his mobile phone, his voice shaking like chaff. "Look at the price--did I read it wrong?"
"What can be wrong? It's just 10 billion----" Jensen's words were stuck in his throat.
He stared intently at the dazzling number on the screen.
1 million US dollars.
One piece.
Mach 7.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man with a bright smile on the stage, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"This is a supersonic missile - priced at a bargain price.
The matter is not over yet.
The factory door in the back slowly slid open, and rows of Storm Eagle Rocket were pulled out neatly by tractors.
Fu Haoran turned sideways and made a "please" gesture. "Everyone is welcome to visit closely. Customers who place orders now will enjoy a 10% discount and free door-to-door installation service."
The reporters rushed out of their seats like crazy and rushed to the exhibition area.
Some people squatted down to study the welding process of the tail fin, some kept patting the engine nozzle, and some reached out and knocked on the cement gray fairing, making a muffled sound.
Then they came to a surprising fact, that is——
"Are these rockets real?!"
"What rocket? This is a missile! You are blind!"
What shocked everyone even more was that the panels of all rockets were open, and the internal structures were exposed to the camera without reservation. Every cable, every screw, and every circuit board could be seen clearly.
There are no confidentiality measures, and some staff even took the initiative to explain the cost!
Su Yi stood at the back of the crowd, even more contemptuous.
"A rocket made from a bunch of cheap stuff is not afraid of falling from the sky."
"Besides, who wants to spend 1 million to deliver express delivery!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw reporter Saudi Arabia in the front row taking out his satellite phone and shouting at the other end, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
You must read this, they have just released a logistics rocket, Mach 7, and costs 1 million U. S. dollars!"
However, Su Yi didn't hear this sentence at all.
Jensen stood at the edge of the exhibition area, looking at the rows of "logistics rockets" lined up in front of him, and suddenly felt so tired.
What express delivery?
This is the fucking Global Strike System.
What global express?
This is the ability to deliver anything to any corner of the earth within 30 minutes.
It's still $1 million a shot.
Patriot-3 interceptor missile costs 4 million U. S. dollars, and Standard-3 interceptor missile costs 20 million U. S. dollars.
Spend 20 million to intercept something worth 1 million. Their factory can roll out 50 missiles a day, but your interceptor bombs can only produce 100 in a year.
pieces.
This is not a military threat.
This is mathematical crushing.
He didn't know when he came to Fu Haoran. He had almost finished his antihypertensive medicine, and his blood pressure still couldn't go down.
"Fu, my friend," Jensen forced himself to cheer up, pretending to be nonchalant, "You know if that rocket really hit White House just now, White House would be razed to the ground, and we would directly enter the Third World War."
"General Jensen, you are joking." Fu Haoran showed an extremely sincere smile on his face.
Jensen thought Fu Haoran wanted to apologize, but the next sentence was. "At most it will be a civil war between you, and I will single out a group of you."
Listen, is this what people say?!
Why does this kid deserve a beating?
Who do you think you are? Do you have enough people under your command?
From Jensen's point of view, Fu Haoran doesn't know the heights of the world, and his madness has not changed.
If I were twenty years old again, I would definitely beat him to death!
Seeing that Jensen looked so ugly, Fu Haoran decided to comfort this old acquaintance, "But you are too stingy. Space experiments are always accompanied by risks. You have to learn to accept accidents, don't you think?"
"Hey, in fact, I have no money to pay bonuses recently. My engineers are all emotional. As long as the money is available, they will definitely optimize it with all their strength and try to prevent the next rocket from deviating from the track."
How could Jensen not understand what Fu Haoran meant.
This guy clearly accused them of blocking his account, which is why today's incident happened.
Whose rocket can make a 180-degree turn is a lie!
This guy just shows off his muscles!
If you can almost kill someone with a rocket today, you can use a warhead to put an end to trouble next time.
Why are you short of funds? You still lack this little money?!
Believe it or not!
Jensen knows that the young man in front of him should not believe a word he says.
Especially when I think about the other person's character of being able to do things but never move his mouth, Jensen is like a leader.
Especially as the commander of Pacific Fleet, he felt like he had a lump in his throat, a thorn in his back, and was sitting on pins and needles.
Think about it, on one side there are missiles that only cost a few million US dollars each, and on the other side there is an aircraft carrier worth 13 billion US dollars. No matter how you calculate this, it is their United States military blood loss.
In the past, as long as they moved the aircraft carrier that way, the whole world had to obey. But now, how many missiles can your aircraft carrier take, no matter how strong it is?
Even if the missile does not contain a single gram of explosives, just by smashing down the solid iron lump weighing several tons, the huge kinetic energy is enough to smash through the aircraft carrier deck and the hangar below.
This is a pure physical attack, simple, crude and unreasonable.
"I knew this kid wouldn't compromise so easily. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have listened to Lanpu and frozen his account."
"Forget it, let's leave this kind of thing to that idiot Lanpu."
"Anyway, if the sky falls, there will be a tall man holding it up. I just need to take care of my Pacific Fleet so that it doesn't get blown up by this guy's cement rocket."
Jensen sighed deeply and said, "I can't control your affairs. Just don't get yourself into trouble in the end."
"General, you are kidding me. I am a law-abiding businessman. How could I get burned?"
"If you abide by the law, I will be Santa Claus." Jensen turned around, took two steps, and then stopped. He said, "Give me 10 logistics rockets, I will take them back now."
"No problem." Fu Haoran smiled and waved his hand. "By the way, General, although we are familiar with each other, I still remind you not to put flammable and explosive materials on your head."
Jensen's blood pressure almost exploded again.
This guy wants to piss me off to death!
Less than three hours after the press conference ended, Storm Eagle Rocket's complete parameter list was placed on Amerikan Defense Strategy Research Institute's conference table.
This group of analysts, who have been dealing with missiles all their lives, have never seen such an outrageous cost structure in their lives. They pressed the calculator until it smoked, checked it over a dozen times, and finally came to a conclusion that was even more horrifying than they expected:
The foamed cement heat-proof layer replaces carbon-carbon composite materials, saving 15% of the cost per piece.
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Automotive grade cables replace aerospace grade cables, saving 12% of the cost per piece.
The camera modules purchased by Taobao replace aerospace cameras, saving 3% on each unit.
Industrial-grade screws replace aerospace-grade screws, saving 0.2% of the cost per piece.
The whole process only implements one logic from beginning to end: use the automobile assembly line to build the rocket!
Final cost per issue: US$700,000.
This number is 80% lower than the Patriot-3 interceptor missile, the cheapest Amerikan.
28 times cheaper than the SM-3 interceptor.
"This is not a missile." A gray-haired old analyst from the Institute of National Defense Strategy took off his glasses and said in a hoarse voice, "This is a flying cement pipe."
"What's even more terrible is the speed of mass production." Another analyst pointed to the Warhammer Heavy Industries factory in the satellite photo, "They transformed three car production lines into missile production lines, and can roll out 50 missiles in a day."
"1,500 a month, 18,000 a year. This is not making missiles, this is making dumplings."
There was dead silence in the conference room.
Everyone knows what this means.
In the past, saturation attacks were the ultimate means that a country could only launch once with all its strength.
Now, as long as Fu Haoran is willing, he can launch a saturation attack once a day.
Are you intercepting? I'll give you five for one, and I'll beat you until you go bankrupt.
You don't intercept it? It can really blow up your aircraft carrier, your White House, or any of your high-value targets.
Even if nine out of ten shots are decoy bombs, as long as one hits, you will gain blood.
What's even scarier is that you can't tell which one is the bait and which one is the real thing.
They look exactly the same on radar and have the same speed.
"We lost."
The old analyst slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"From the moment he flew the cement rocket over White House, we lost."
"The old rules of the game are dead."
At this moment, his assistant hurried in, his face pale.
"Sir! President Lanpu's call! He requires you to go to White House to report the situation immediately! Now! Immediately!"
The old analyst opened his eyes suddenly, with a bitter smile on his face.
What should come will always come.
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